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I've been living out a hotel for almost the past month now. In the middle-of-nowhere Georgia. There's something constricting yet strangely liberating about it all. No car. Being at the mercy of people who do have cars. A lot of unhealthy food. Bad water. Deep south. Did I mention the middle of nowhere?
But, I love being able to roll out of bed and stroll downstairs for a nice breakfast. Clean sheets and towels on a daily basis. Not having to clean up after myself. There's cable TV. Even free wireless. The best feeling, however, is the freedom from stuff. All of my stuff. The closet overflowing with clothes that have spilled out to the rest of the floor. The boxes full of shoes that I couldn't seem to give up. The piles of purses stacked over one another. The drawers and containers full of makeup, perfume, stationery, jewelry, and an assortment of all other things.
I couldn't part with any of it, yet I'm living a life without most of it. Whew.
And there's the never-ending work that will await me when I head back. The traffic. The routine. The emotional baggage.
So I'm still learning to let go of a lot of things, some of which are intangible. And even though I was forced to let go of some things, I'm ok.
